Chapter 195 194 The great Brotherhood of Stonemasons was organized today!

Chapter 195 194 The Great Brotherhood of Stonemasons was founded today! Miriam, you’d better not default on our paychecks!
Although Murphy talked a good game and told the graybeards not to feel any psychological pressure, after returning to the camp with Sister Jules to take the children who were contented after touring the Blood Vulture Cloisters, the pressure on the young men of the Civil Engineering Department was still about to explode.

Though he repeatedly persuaded himself that these were just NPCs woven in a string of code, and that he was only on a career-oriented quest that would have no real repercussions even if he failed.

But it was easy to fool others, but trying to fool himself would be too difficult.

Especially since the character of the Graybeard himself was one of the more responsible and sensitive types.

His heart clenched at the thought that any problems with his planning would lead to casualties in the winter at Scarlet Fortress, which was about to start rebuilding.

As a result, when he returned to his tented office, his entire body wilted under the psychological pressure.

This change was keenly noticed by his assistant who brought him a cup of tea.

The aides assigned to beat the gray man were a pair of sisters, born into a merchant family in the city, they should have had a life of fine clothes, however the disaster in the Astral Plane destroyed everything, but they were fortunate in that their mother was still alive.

Well, these two girls are the youngest daughter of Lady Blanche Parian Fedor, who was appointed as the Logistics Commander of Count Cadman’s domain.

They had inherited their mother’s acumen as a merchant, and their mother was quite happy to see her daughters getting along with the warriors under the Earl’s command.

Whether or not this was another shrewd businesswoman’s “investment” was hard to say.

But after many days together, the Parian sisters realized that the Gray Man was not as rude as the mountain men were said to be, and was in fact much more gentle and gentle than most men.

“Is something troubling you, my lord?”

Sister Parian walked slowly behind the Grey Beater and asked softly while skillfully squeezing his shoulders.

Because the Arithmetic Treasure Pearl had been retrofitted with a mind microphone plugin that allowed the Grey Beater to understand his assistant’s soft whisper, he let out a mournful cry and covered his eyes with both hands as he said:
“I received a new assignment from Lord Murphy, and well, he didn’t heckle me as harshly as I thought he would about my design being a piece of . Ahem, unseemly stuff.

He also corrected my erroneous ideas, yet even after revising my thoughts, the design and planning I had to do was exceptionally difficult.

I had never before had even a passing acquaintance with building on such a large scale.

Alas, the book is not enough.”

“That’s what you said when you were making plans for the camp before, ah.”

Sister Parian covered her mouth and laughed as she leaned down and whispered encouragingly in the ash beater’s ear:
“You always seem to lack confidence in yourself, but in fact the entire camp knows that you are a man of great erudition, and it is all due to your wisdom that we are able to use the spacious and comfortable tents, and now everyone calls these traveling tents ‘Grey Tents’ in honor of your help.

You have been a better man than most of the people I have met in my twenty years of life.

You should have confidence in yourself.”

“I’m nothing.”

Being encouraged by such a soft whisper from the cute blonde girl made the gray-hitting man’s cheeks flush.

Especially since the soapy scent of Parian’s sister’s hair and the soft mass of the girl’s chest pressed against his shoulder made him sit up straight in a bit of a panic.

It wasn’t that he had any resistance to this kind of intimate contact, it was mainly because the innocent young boy really didn’t know how to cope with this kind of scene.

He waved his hand and said:

“In our part of the world ahem, I mean, in our unique tribe of mountain folk, there are far too many people who are better than me.

Look at my companions.

They are valiant and brave, even daring to draw their swords against elite enemies of the Black Iron rank, but I’m so frail I can’t even lift my heavy shield”

It wasn’t that the Grey Beater was talking nonsense.

His pathetic 2 points of strength made it really hard for him to deal with frontal combat, but this guy was actually the “odd man out” among the current small players.

With all his other attributes balanced, the gray man’s Charisma was as high as 7 points!
What kind of concept is this?

It would probably take three and a half Heroic Murphy Lords to match him in this regard.

Of course, charisma in this game didn’t mean that he was exceptionally handsome, but rather a multifaceted combination of qualities, temperament, demeanor and expression and an excellent first impression, among others.

In short, it wasn’t just because of the contributions he did make that the Greybeards were able to mix it up and be respected by the survivors of the entire camp, the 7 points of charisma played a self-evident role in that.

“You should not compare yourself to your fellow warriors, my lord, your strengths are not in the battlefield, as in the duties Lord Murphy has given you, which I am sure the rest of your companions are unable to do.

But you can.”

The gentle Sister Parian encouraged patiently:

“You just lack a bit of courage and self-confidence, but I think it is the gift of humility, even my mother has never met anyone as good but humble as you.”

“Gee, I didn’t realize you were so good at complimenting people when I couldn’t talk to you before.”

The gray-hitting man was truly a bit embarrassed by the comment.

He waved his hand repeatedly while the tent’s curtain was then lifted, and Sister Parian, one of the assistant sisters, rushed in gleefully holding a box.

She was four years younger than her sister, so her personality was more lively, and the short-haired Parian sister placed the box in her hand on the table in front of Beating Ash Man as if offering a treasure.

She said:

“Mom sent back the first batch of food from Batasin City la, she was also praised severely by Lord Murphy and Duchess Miriam, and mom also brought us back this.”

With those words, Parian’s sister opened the box and took out from it a pair of rather delicate round-framed glasses, which could be seen to be the work of a halfling by the special runes left on those frames.

Although this kind of ornamentation was not rare in Chardonnay Harbor, in the Transylvania region it had always been something only the rich merchants and nobles would pursue.

“Clang clang clang! Didn’t Your Excellency say you were uncomfortable without your glasses?”

Parian’s sister picked it up and reached out to place it above the bridge of his nose as the gray-hitting man looked on in dismay, the familiar weight exerted in the game causing him to subconsciously reach out and push on the frame.

Though in the game, his own severe myopia had been corrected to a normal level, and he didn’t need glasses to aid his observation, this push .
Alas, the familiar feeling seemed to return all of a sudden.

“It fits perfectly!”

The Parian Sisters surveyed both sides of the room and issued praise to the gray-hitting man.

The latter shook his head with mixed thoughts in his mind, this was probably the first time in his life that he had been given a gift by girls, and it turned out to be in his mother’s game.

What the hell, no wonder so many geeks love paperboy wives who can’t stand it?

“We are sure you will be able to do what Lord Murphy has given you to do, that is something only you can do.”

Sister Parian said to the gray man as she held his hand very seriously.

“Mmmmmm, I believe it too, Lord is the best!”

Parian sister grabbed the other hand of the gray-hitting man, the temperature coming from both hands made the young student’s heart beat wildly, he drew back his fingers as if escaping and said:
“That what, I need to take a break, will you guys help clean up the drawings? When I get up, we’ll start the new planning.

I’ll sleep for a while, just a little while.”

He fled back to his bunk as if he were running away, and closed his eyes before exiting the game. “My lord is so ripe whenever he sleeps, he can’t even be shaken.”

Parian’s sister spat, her sister shrugged, glanced at the snoring gray man already snoring on the bunk, and laughed softly again, saying:
“He’s so cute, isn’t he?”

“Well, kind of goofy, but really good ow, much better than the teacher mom had before. But mom just said that Lord Murphy is going to make the city of Batasin her knight’s domain, so after a while, we’re going to follow mom over there to live as well . Sister, should we tell Lord Ash the news?”

“Well, it’s better to talk about it in a few days.”
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“Ah, it’s really killing me.”

On the hardboard bed in the dormitory, the Chosen Fighting Gray Man took off his gaming helmet, let out a long breath and slapped his face hard again to calm himself down.

He scratched his hair and said to himself:

“Calm down! Calm down! You asshole, those were just two paperweights. Yeah, they’re no different than the wives you’ve chased before. Be normal for me, you’re a man with dozens of paperboy wives too.”

“What are you mumbling about there?”

His muttering to himself gave a whole lot of pleasure to his hostelmate across the street who was busy with his design.

Compared to Pigeon Treasure and their six-room dormitory, the dormitory of the ash-battered man was much better, after all, it was a dormitory for graduate students, two rooms, and the environment was also good.

His roommate also like him topped with a pair of heavy glasses, this will be busy with a project then head to flirt:

“Not I say you ah, you recent days this behavior is a little godly, I also saw you last night with that strange helmet sleep talking in your sleep. What Parian sister, sister don’t ah and such strange words. Tell me honestly, have you joined some weird cult?”

“I told you it’s a game, didn’t you fill out the questionnaire too?”

Playing the gray man scratched his hair with some embarrassment, and smoothly opened his own laptop to start searching for the information he needed on the internet.

As he typed, he put his glasses back on and said:
“Recently the forums have been rumored that a new batch of slots might be issued, so if we’re lucky, our buddies will be able to play together.”

“Come on, give me a break.”

The roommate wailed:

“Our mentor will be returning to China in a few days, and we will definitely have to look at the results of this period of time, you play games all day long, I’ll see how you’ll get by then! I’m busy here, this city map is not finished, you play first.”

“What’s the point of messing with that?”

Beat Gray Man scoffed:
“Even if you get it out there won’t be any builders to actually use it, you haven’t even been to the site to see it, it’s just a vanity target, and when your mentor sees it he’ll say you have an overactive imagination. Hey, why don’t you come and help me! My design is to be really applied to the game scene, although it is indeed simple a hundred million points, but at least it is practical ah.

Forget it. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.

After your helmet comes down, buddy take you to see buddy’s ‘big masterpiece’ in the game, but I have a question ow, you say this Khrushchev building.”

“Huh? You’ve even started working on this evil thing?”

The housemate across the street was creeped out, turning and twisting his head to stare at the gray-hitting man, exclaiming:
“What the hell kind of game are you playing? Why would there be this kind of thing that has no aesthetic appeal and is only designed for practicality? And didn’t you say it was a world of swords and magic before?
There’s not even concrete, what are you going to use to build the foundation?

And what are you going to use as load-bearing pillars? Don’t tell me you’re going to use wood? Then it might as well take a page from the North American log cabin, at least the practicality of that thing isn’t bad ah.”

“They really don’t have concrete or cranes.”

The gray-hitting man said, narrowing his eyes:
“But they have magic, and I’ve heard Lord Murphy assure me that their mages can reshape stone blocks to be no less than concrete on a structural and safe stress level. I’m wondering now if we could replicate a functional building in the game if that stuff was available on a large scale.

It would be similar to a silo.

And add centralized heating to it .”

“You’ve really gone mad! Going off the deep end.”

His housemate took off his glasses and shook his head:

“I know there’s the odd bit of steam technology in the game, and the halflings in the background of that game seem to be pretty good at firing boilers, yet they don’t have anything like a heater at all. You don’t want to underestimate the casting process, if we were to hammer it purely by hand, we wouldn’t even be able to hammer it on a scale large enough for a few thousand people by the time winter comes.”

“And you say you have no interest in the game?”

The gray-hitting man squinted:
“It’s not like the forums are well played. Even steam technology, chit, you prude, listen to me, my idea was to finish building the main body of the floor with planks of wood, followed by a cement pour and fill pile process, and have those psionic masters pour the reshaped stone into the pre-determined runners.

That way, when the psychic energy dissipated, the body of the building would be declared complete after the stones were reshaped, and we could bury the pipes in the runners ahead of time.

This way, only a large boiler is needed .”

“Fuck! That’s really centralized heating! I thought you were just saying that.”

The housemate came on too.

He pulled a chair and sat down beside the ash beater, and the two design department cow horses spread out the paper on the table and you and I mapped out this unique construction idea, even picking out the materials for the pre-designed pipes, or started 3D modeling with some professional tools.

But while they were discussing heatedly and getting more and more excited, a low voice suddenly rang out from the side:
“What are you two doing here? Who came up with this diagram? Why is it so strange? And most importantly, are the bathrooms in this strange set of buildings you designed shared? Then why are the parameters of the sewers you reserved arranged according to separate bathrooms?

Have you guys actually lived in the Khrushchev building?

No. Have you guys actually seen that thing?”

“Huh?”

As soon as the graybeard turned around, he saw an old gray-haired man in his sixties pushing up his glasses to survey the sketches he and his housemate had placed on the table, a briefcase under his arm.

A look of old-school intellectualism.

“Mentor? Aren’t you still in Germany?”

“Oh, wasn’t there an epidemic recently? Things aren’t quite right over there in Europe, so the meeting was canceled, so I came back early.

Don’t look at me yet, look at the picture!

Tell me what’s going on with this strange house? Why is it labeled without concrete on the side? What are you going to use if not concrete?
Stone?”

“Ah this, mentor, it’s complicated to explain, to put it simply, we’ve received an order from a game company to complete a city modeling for them in the game, and we have to act as construction supervisors to oversee the entire process.”

The roommate gave a wink to the gray man, and then wrapped up the matter of playing the game in a simple way, listening to the old professor.

“Now the game company so casual? Just you two this build a piggy bank are not up to standard level tsk tsk, enough.”

“Ahem, let’s not talk about this for now.”

The gray-hitting man hastily changed the topic.

He pulled out a roll of design drawings from underneath the cabinet, unfolded it on the table, and said to his own mentor:
“This is the sketch that that game company made earlier, it’s a city designed based on a medieval magical setting, and in the background of the story it has existed for 400 years. Mentor, look at this diagram.”

“Hiss this diagram looks a bit dodgy, the main body is a European style castle, it should be the style from the Germanic side, right? With the castle as the center spreading out in all directions, standard medieval city design.

But there’s something wrong with the sewer system. Why is it cascading? And there are obviously two hollow areas below not drawn on the drawings, inside and outside of the city each have a, the area is quite large, should be a subterranean cavity, perhaps a natural cave?
Is this a water source?
What’s the terrain outside of it? Tsk, it’s a bit interesting.”

(End of chapter)